Everyone knows that the Osmonds are Mormon royalty. Or as close as we get to a royal family, LDS-style.
Marie Osmond, the only daughter in the testosterone-laden Osmond clan, has announced that she and her husband of 20-years, Brian Blosil, are calling it quits.
I never really had the Donny Osmond crush, like many children of my generation, because even back then I had a bad-boy thing going on (loved David Cassidy and all that hair. Ooh la la.). But I grew up singing Osmond songs, and I think I still know all the words to Paper Roses, thanks to Marie’s version of it, which I played over and over again on my family’s eight track player.
And I’ve watched as Marie has tried to be a very real, very human person in the public eye, and that means not really hiding the fact that her life is FAR from perfect.
I’m sure there is much we do not know, and frankly, it’s not our business. Marie Osmond did not wake up one day and say, “Hey, I think I’ll just start hanging out at clubs, and showing off my hoo hoo to the paparazzi so I can get in every blog, newspaper, and magazine in the Universe and be famous for doing absolutely NOTHING except having money and going to clubs and all that…” Uh, sorry. Got off track.
But she didn’t. She was BORN into this famous talented family, into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and she has done her best to live under the microscope from that time.
Nobody ASKED her if she wanted to be a role model for young Mormons everywhere.
From what I’ve seen of Marie Osmond over the years, I wonder if she has always chafed under the stifling repressive bonds of patriarchy? It would seem that way.
Marie also seems to have NOT jumped on the Melaleuca bandwagon, like her brothers. (For those of you NOT in the know, Mormons love multi-level marketing like Amway, and the Osmonds have used their name recognition and past success to push Melaleuca). Can I be the first to say YUCK? Well, maybe not the first. I find their pushing of this MLM distasteful at best.
But Marie hasn’t played in.
She has been fairly open about her struggle with postpartum depression, even taking on FrankenCruise, with this statement:
“When Tom becomes a woman and has a baby and has postpartum, then he can become an expert.”
A failure is never easy to endure, especially publically. Failure of a marriage, something so personal and heart-wrenching, is even worse.
So, I just wanted to say that I wish Marie Osmond the best, and hope she can find the happiness she is seeking. I hope she knows that it’s really inside her, and she has had it all along. Despite what we were taught all of our lives, what was shoved down our throats as the ONLY TRUE THING, there is no need for a “priesthood holder” to find that happiness.
I refuse to believe that a loving God won’t let a woman into His kingdom unless she has a man ahead of her, who knows her secret name, and will pull her through to meet God. That’s a chauvinistic man-fantasy. Those types just WANT to believe a woman can’t survive without a man by her side.
The enlightened ones, both men and women, know better.
Good luck, Marie.